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Wednesday, 21 December 2016

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We are now "closed" for the Yuletide holidays and will return on 5th January, with more tours, cover reveals, and reviews for you.In the meantime, I would like to thank everyone for reading and participating with the blog during 2016.

I hope Santa delivers some nice surprises, that you have somewhere cosy to curl up, and plenty of drinks of your choice! In my case, hot chocolate with Baileys!

Synopsis:

At a film festival in a small mid-western city, runaway teenager, Lilly has come looking for old boy, Bobby. He’s a dangerous man with powerful connections, but he owes her money and she’s desperate enough to come looking for it. In this Southern Ohio based crime novel, everyone’s got secrets. But Lilly’s about to find out, the worst type of secret its the one you keep from yourself.

Synopsis:

Don’t you wish sometimes that you could just close your eyes and start again? With two counts of murder under her belt and Detective Davis after her, teenager Lilly Lessard has done just that. She’s taken her dead friend, Janine Kenny’s ID and scholarship and she’s off to California.
But when a traffic accident leaves her with amnesia and only Janine’s ID in her pocket, things take a turn for the surreal. Her caseworker wants to know why her memories don’t match her history. The hospital candy stripper has noticed her hair appears blonde at the roots when it should be black. And who is this man who wants to help her get to California, who is willing to sneak her out in the dead of night? Can he help her get back some of her dead memories?

They
were seated in a therapy room, Janine on one side facing the window with him on
the other facing the door. He had laid her thick, blue folder on the table
between them, making a big show of it. It was a trust action to let her know he
didn’t own her information. She wasn’t a prisoner. That said, Bryan knew, if
she reached for it, he would make a grab for it first.

He
said, ‘You know I called your old home to see if anyone there knew Cassandra
Stephenson, the girl from TV and that no one did?’ He pulled the file towards
him to take out a slip of paper. ‘Well, the story doesn’t end there. I managed
through some connections, to get ahold of her agent.’ He paused and looked up
to meet her eyes, but Janine was picking at her black nail tips. ‘Basically, I
emailed the guy and explained that these are very special circumstances and
asked him to ask her, Cassandra Stephenson, if she knew you.’ He waited a
moment for a response but didn’t get one. ‘How exciting is that, to imagine
that you might know a real Hollywood star, that they might be the person who
opens the door to all your memories?’

‘But
you said that no one knew her at the place where I use to live.’

‘Yes,
I did, but...’

‘So,
why are you doing it? Is it like a vicarious thing? Do you want a reason to
contact her, or do you think maybe I know her and I don’t know the people from
the children’s home?’

Bryan
shifted in his seat. She was eighteen and he was in his forties, but something
about the way she talked seemed to get him by the septum and drag him back to
every hideous high school dance ever. Was that normal? Were all teenagers like
that these days?

He
shuffled his papers.

‘We’re still trying to get some of your old
friends and staff down from the children’s home. And we’re looking into some
animal therapy. Because you remember, you really loved their dog, Burger. Well,
you don’t remember, but the woman up there did say, you loved that dog.’

No
reaction. Bryan waited, aware that the fake smile on his face was starting to
crack.

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Lissa Pelzer is a Crime Novel and Short Story Writer.She lives in Germany with her husband and young son.She’s lived all over the world and is on a mission to write a crime story based in each one.It might take a while….

Monday, 19 December 2016

Book & Author Details:

A Double Shot of Bourbonby A.C. Land(Bourbon Series #2)Publication date: October 18th 2016Genres: Romance, Young Adult

Synopsis:

Lonna Stuart is proud to be the most beautiful girl most people have ever seen. But on the inside she’s dying. Her mother’s grating comments and her boyfriend’s obsessive control are suffocating her.There’s only one person who sees the real Lonna.Son of the infamous Bourbon Butcher, Collin toes an invisible line of perfection; he’s a football prodigy; a hard working employee; and, what Lonna’s boyfriend considers, a retard. A slight stutter keeps Collin back from making too many friends, but he observes better than anyone, and he sees things most people miss. He sees the pain in Lonna’s eyes and the sadness in her frown. When she nearly drowns, Collin’s the only one willing to sacrifice himself to save her.Inspired by Collin’s overwhelming kindness and drawn to the sheer greatness of him, Lonna begins to pull away from her asphyxiating life. But unbeknownst to both of them, Collin’s father, busy planning an epic escape from prison.

Tucking
the clean clothes under my arm, I opened the bathroom door and a wall of steam
hit me in the face. Charli was downstairs showing Luke the other guest bedroom,
so I hadn’t even thought to knock on the door. It took less than a second for
the air to clear and reveal the nearly six-foot goddess leaning over the sink.

A
towel wrapped around her middle, folded in tightly beneath her arm. It was all
that covered her bare flesh. Lonna pushed a toothbrush around inside her mouth,
but as soon as I walked in she stopped. Her eyes narrowed into a scowl I’d come
to recognize because she saved it for when I was around.

Spitting
into the sink basin, she patted her lips with a hand towel and then turned that
frown on me. “You don’t knock? You’re going to be sharing this bathroom with
Charli, Collin. What if she’d been in here half-naked?”

The
jury was still out, but I was going to go ahead and call it: she was more like
seventy-five percent naked.

I
opened my mouth, but words wouldn’t come.

The
swell of her … breasts were crescent shaped at the top of that towel.
Her mile-long legs seemed to appear as if out of nowhere from the bottom.

Electricity
coursed through my veins and even though I’d spent the night, unsleeping, on a
broken-down couch, and this morning had been what it was, I felt more alive
than I ever had. My fingertips twitched with energy. I wanted to touch her.

Why?
So she can reject me again?

Ignoring
that very rational voice, I stepped into the bathroom and closed the door.
Throwing my clothes onto the ground—an act which would have annoyed me under
other circumstances—I advanced on her.

Her
eyes widened and she stepped back, pinning herself against the counter.
“What’re you doing?”

I
caught her around the middle and lifted her onto the edge. “Stop,” she
whispered.

She
locked her fingers behind my neck, palms tight against my skin as she pulled my
head down to her—an act which screamed the opposite of stop. “Collin,”
she breathed, her voice thick, “I hate you.”

“I
know.” My thumbs slid under that cloth and a dozen images surfaced. I
remembered the way I’d had her in my arms just last night. She could pretend
all she wanted that it hadn’t meant anything and that she didn’t want me, but I
had the mental photography to prove she was lying.

My
mouth crashed into hers, sucking her tongue between my lips. A rumble vibrated
from her throat.

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Author of the Bourbon series, A. C. Land has been a lover of stories since she first read about Peter Pan giving Wendy an acorn and teaching her to fly. She always dreamed of telling big stories about small towns.

Residing on a cattle farm in Missouri, A. C. loves playing with her rambunctious Jack Russell, Riley, making decorative cakes, taking pictures, drinking pumpkin spice coffee, and hanging out with her nephews.

Sunday, 18 December 2016

Genre:

Paranormal, M/M, Romance

Synopsis:

Their love could save the soul of a fallen angel or damn an archangel to an eternity in Hell.

The realm of angels was created as a paradise where angels could watch over the earth as mankind took his first steps. For the archangel Michael, it is the only home he has ever known and he could never envisage another life. Michael’s life changes the day his path crosses that of the favoured son of the morning. From the moment he sees him, Michael wants Lucifer for his own. When the two angels come together the passion surprises them both.

Their love is forged in Heaven, but is doomed the moment Lucifer falls from grace to become the leader of an army of demons.

Separated by war, the former lovers know the time will come when they must face each other in battle.

Their confrontation will set in motion events that neither could have foreseen. For Lucifer it is the chance to persuade Michael to stand at his side, as his partner as leader of the demons. For Michael, it is a mission to save his lover’s soul, while risking his own.

Torn between his love for Lucifer and his duties as an angel, Michael walks a fine line, where one wrong step could result in his own fall from Heaven, and an eternity in Hell.

He was
breathtaking. The archangel Michael could think of no other word to describe
him. His long, blond hair fell down his back in luxuriant waves, stopping just
above the perfectly rounded buttocks. The strength in his muscular arms carried
him up the cliff side with ease, his feet never missing a step. His pure white
wings didn’t have a hint of gray in them, showing all who saw him he was
completely at peace in his emotions.

Even though
all angels were beautiful, in Michael’s eyes, Lucifer outshone them all.

It had become a
habit of Michael’s to wander to the reflection pool at the same time of day
Lucifer liked to visit.

Lucifer
enjoyed searching for gems embedded in the stones, always striving to find the
most perfect pieces for the jewelry he crafted. The best time to see the hidden
stones was at dawn, when the rays of the morning sun hit the area at just the
right angle.

Michael had
discovered Lucifer’s habit of visiting the pool by chance, but now he made sure
his morning walk coincided with Lucifer’s swim as often as possible. He loved
nothing better than beginning his day by watching Lucifer at his work.

He had every
intention of introducing himself one day, but until then he was content to
observe.

Michael took a
bite of one of the peaches he had picked on his walk from his home on the
beach. He had gathered a few, just in case he found the courage to speak to
Lucifer this morning. He sighed as he admitted to himself he wouldn’t say
anything today, just as he had held his silence yesterday, and all the days
before.

He didn’t even
know how long he had been watching Lucifer. It must have been several weeks
now, if not months. He wished he could think of a single word to say to the
aloof son of the morning, who outranked even the archangels.

Michael didn’t
think Lucifer had seen him, yet something must have given his position away,
because the angel peered over his shoulder from the cliff wall and stared
directly at him.

He opened his
mouth, willing the right words to come from his lips, even as he suspected he
would probably say something monumentally foolish. Before he could utter a
word, Lucifer let go of his grip on the rocks and dived gracefully into the
deep, clear blue waters below.

Michael toyed
with the edge of his robe, wondering whether he should join Lucifer in the
pool. Had Lucifer’s piercing stare been an invitation?

While Michael
deliberated, Lucifer surfaced and drew in a long breath. He ran his hands
through his wet hair, the move drawing attention to his perfectly defined
pectoral muscles.

Michael had to
say something. Lucifer had seen him and it would be rude not to acknowledge him
now.

“Good
morning,” Michael called. His voice came out as something of a squeak and he
cringed at the embarrassingly juvenile sound. He could have communicated his
thoughts telepathically, as all angels could, but he had never enjoyed hearing
someone else’s voice in his head. His fellow angels considered him a little odd
for this particular quirk, but they respected his foible and spoke out loud
unless absolutely necessary. Now Michael wished he had sent his greeting to
Lucifer’s mind—at least then he wouldn’t have sounded so childish.

Lucifer
inclined his head in response and dove under the water again.

Michael hung
his head in disappointment. He had a feeling he had committed some kind
of faux pas. Not only had Lucifer failed to reply to his greeting, he
hadn’t even offered the smallest of smiles.

Now he thought
about it, Michael didn’t recall ever seeing Lucifer smile. Even when he had
struggled to reach a particular jewel and had, at last, been successful, he
hadn’t smiled at the accomplishment. Michael suspected if Lucifer ever did
smile directly at him, he would be entirely lost to the angel.

Lucifer
continued to swim, diving under the water before returning to the surface, sometimes
with a gem from the bottom, sometimes without. He didn’t look in Michael’s
direction again.

Michael ate
the final peach, knowing he had no intention of offering the fruit to Lucifer
today. When he had eaten the last bite he rose from his place on the grass,
intending to head to the communal conclave, where the rest of the archangels
would be congregating and monitoring the earth, enjoying the new day.

“Did you enjoy
watching me?”

Michael
stumbled into a bush, nearly losing his balance entirely. When he faced
Lucifer, the angel had exited the pool and stood near the robes he had
discarded earlier. Lucifer didn’t seem in any hurry to pick up his clothing. He
stood naked and unashamed before Michael, who couldn’t keep his eyes from
straying downward.

“Or should I
have asked are you enjoying watching me?” Lucifer amended.

Michael’s face
burned as he met Lucifer’s gaze. He half expected to see a teasing smile on the
angel’s lips, but his customary scowl remained in place.

“I…”

Lucifer
laughed without humor. “Archangels,” he muttered, just loud enough for Michael
to hear. “Spare me from ogling archangels who can’t string a sentence
together.”

Michael wished
the ground would open up and swallow him. He never had trouble speaking when he
talked to anyone else. Why had he become tongue-tied at precisely the wrong
moment?

Humiliated and
dejected, Michael hurried away, leaving Lucifer at the side of the pool.

Michael knew
in his heart he wouldn’t go back tomorrow. His one chance to speak to Lucifer,
to secure his attention, had slipped past him, never to return.

L.M. Brown is an English writer of gay romances. She believes that there is nothing hotter or sweeter than two men in love with each other… unless it is three.

When L.M. Brown isn’t bribing her fur babies for control of the laptop, she can usually be found with her nose in a book.

Saturday, 17 December 2016

BOOK & AUTHOR INFO:

Synopsis:

On the surface, Gaby Parker has it all; however, behind closed doors, is a woman who lives in constant fear of the man who was supposed to love her: her husband, Kyle. Beaten, desperate, and broken, Gaby realizes the only way to escape from her violent husband is to kill herself — on paper. Gaby is dead, and Riley Locklin is born, residing in the tranquil coastal town of Chesswick Bay Montauk where she hopes to start over and meets a man who shows her bruises aren’t kisses.

Meanwhile, back home, Kyle is doing everything in his power to prove Gaby isn’t dead.

But…police find her burnt-out car and remains?

Kyle isn’t buying it; he knows she’s still alive. He launches his own full investigation to find his wife — and he’ll stop at nothing to claim her back. A female Detective assigned to his wife’s case doesn’t like him very much after discovering a domestic violence report – scorned by the history of her mother’s domestic abuse, she’s determined to send Kyle down for his wife’s murder.

Nelumbo Nucifera and Till Death Us Do Part. Cristina has always been a bookworm, rarely seen without a pen and paper in her hand, she loves delving into a literacy fictional world of her own.

Although Cristina loves pink and fluffy, her writing isn’t. She loves to focus on raw human emotion and gritty story lines; she’s very fond of messing with her readers heads by weaving twists into her books.

Cristina is married to Adam, who runs a successful business; together they share their Bedfordshire home with their son, and several spoiled pets. As a family, they love to travel frequently, the United States being a firm favorite.

Genre:

Synopsis:

Dorian Vlakhos is no ordinary aristocrat. He is a vampire king, who will do anything to save his clan from complete annihilation, before an ancient curse can claim his immortal life.

Penniless and orphaned, Victoria Kingston has nothing to bring to a marriage, yet she must shackle an unsuspecting gentleman into marriage by the end of the month or forfeit her rights as guardian of her younger sister. With the help of her dearest friend, Victoria begins her hunt, and vows to stay far away from the dark, mysterious, Dorian Vlakhos.

After meeting the beautifully innocent Miss Kingston, Dorian had to have her. He would do absolutely anything to make Victoria his. One sweet stolen kiss would bring them together while a force, more powerful than any vampire, would bind them for all eternity, but treachery, war, and death rule Dorian’s dark world and Victoria would be fortunate to survive.

He made her mindless with his ever-demanding kiss, his tongue playing and dueling with her own. His hand had slipped from her neck and was now massaging her shoulder. His strong fingers branded her soft flesh and, when they began to knead her breast, she groaned in pleasure. Dorian’s lips left hers and blazed a fiery trail down her throat pausing a moment to run his velvet tongue over her enticing pulse. She gripped his massive shoulders as he bent her slowly over his arm and sprinkled feather light kisses over the tops of her breasts.

She was helpless against his prowess and was utterly seduced. She was ready and willing to do whatever it was he wanted. Dorian smiled with satisfaction. He lifted her and set her on the desk just behind them. His thumbs hooked in the small sleeves of her dress and he nipped at her shoulder as he dragged the material down.

Victoria clutched at his shirt wanting to tear it to shreds. She needed to feel his hard body against hers.

“Miss Kingston,” Rogers called as he tried the knob of the locked door.

Dorian cursed. He could kill that man. He reluctantly pulled away and straightened her sleeves. He set Victoria back on her feet, her eyes still closed, lips still parted, and cheeks flushed. She was beautiful and he could only imagine what she would look like in his bed, beneath him. He smiled to himself when her eyes finally fluttered open; she hadn’t heard Rogers at the door. She gazed up at him confused. Then, as she regained her elegant composure, her emerald eyes narrowed and impaled him. If he were a mortal man her intense stare would have set him aflame.

He saw her hand rise and felt the hard slap she delivered. He smiled and fingered his jaw.

“I suppose that means we will be finishing this later.”

She raised her hand again but he caught her wrist. “I deserved one but I won’t allow you a second.”

Victoria snatched her hand away and pushed him aside so she could pass. “There will never be later,” she snapped, her voice low and threatening.

She turned on her heel and headed to the doors. Releasing the lock, she threw the door wide open. Rogers stood smiling like a schoolboy and Victoria roughly took his arm and practically dragged the man down the hall. Dorian watched amused. Her temper was glorious and he loved it. It had been hundreds of years since anyone had been so open with him. He appreciated her honest anger. He idly rubbed his jaw and grinned. His kitten really did have claws.

Genre:

Historical, Paranormal, Romance, Regency

Synopsis:

Dimitri Arsov, the last remaining pure vampire, was thought to be dead for the past four hundred years. Now, he is back and has a score to settle with the traitor that had tried to kill him centuries ago. But as he waits for his prey to blindly step into his carefully laid trap, his overwhelming hunger for blood is triggered when he saves a beautiful art historian.

Kerstyn Ingmar’s life was normal and straight up boring until the night she is rescued by the dangerously sexy, powerfully mesmerizing, Dimitri. Unable to resist his diamond blue eyes and intense kisses, she is drawn into his world of darkness and closer to her impending doom.

While their desire consumes them, Dimitri is haunted by images of a bloody and deadly future. As his enemies draw near, he must find a way to save his mate from her destiny before fate destroys them both.

Calm was the furthest thing from her savior’s mind.

Dimitri had heard the vampires’ thoughts as they followed the woman from Dark. He knew he had to protect her from the depraved creatures. They’d planned to rape her and drain her, leaving her body in a dumpster. It was filth like them that tarnished the vampire race.

When he materialized in the alley, the weaker vampires caught his scent and fled, leaving him alone with the woman. Instead of feeling anger as he expected, an entirely different emotion settled over him.

Lust.

It was no ordinary lust, but a heart racing, blood raging, sexual yearning, and it turned his body into a blazing inferno of need. Then hunger like he had never known slammed into him, mixing with the unexplainable, unmerciful lust. The torturous combination attacked both his body and mind. He’d never wanted any woman with this kind of intensity. Who was she?

His body had been dead for so long. It had been centuries since he felt sexual stimulus or blood-thirst. The desire and necessity for blood had abandoned him as he aged. But that didn’t seem to matter at the moment. His fangs sprang free as his pants grew tight around his throbbing shaft. This woman’s blood sang to him, beckoned him to have a taste. And, God, she felt good in his arms.

Dimitri ruthlessly fought the temptation to seize control of her mind and take what he wanted. The dread of not being able to pull away terrified him. With her, he’d show he was no better than a new fledgling.

Realizing what precious little control he had, he shut down his senses, driving away her intoxicating scent and the warmth of her soft body against his. Dimitri forced the color from his sight, only seeing in black and white with shades of gray. Though he knew he would never forget the light fragrance of her strawberry blonde hair, the feel of her, or the sapphire color of her eyes. He had to protect her from himself.

He took in deep breaths and focused on the cool bite of the air. It washed over his body, rinsing away his desire leaving him as always, cold and unfeeling, like death. He was death: a true, pureblood vampire.

“I was being followed,” she panted.

He peered over her head, his eyes scanning the alley. “I see no one.” The vampires were long gone.

Nausea twisted her insides as she thought of what almost happened. Thank god, this man was here. If it weren’t for him–

“Do not think about it,” he said, his arms tightening around her. “You are safe now.”

She nodded, rubbing her cheek against his chest. He smelled absolutely wonderful, like dark spices. His voice felt like velvet brushing along her skin. She shivered and sighed in contentment.

“Do you need help with anything?”

His last question snapped her back into action. She stepped away, reluctantly breaking the circle of his arms.

“I need a taxi.”

“A simple enough task,” he said with a shrug.

Kerstyn scoffed. If it were simple, she would have been half way home by now. She turned her head up intending to meet his gaze. His broad shoulder filled her vision. She’d assumed he was tall, but he towered over her. She was forced to take another step back in order to get a proper look at him.

He was huge. Thick. Stacked.

He must be seven feet, she thought as her eyes traveled up and down.

Her heart stopped when their eyes met. They were a near colorless shade of blue. Like diamonds. His gaze was sharp, hard, filled with wisdom and strength. Intense. Warrior eyes. Yet, he could not be much older than her, around twenty-six. His golden hair glittered from the light of the neon signs and came to his shoulders. His face was chiseled and impossibly perfect. His lips were full and curled in a seductive smile. Kerstyn herself from imagining how they would feel.

She stood, rooted to the cement, captivated by the Norse god before her.

Damn, he’s incredibly yummy.

Dimitri forced himself to remain still while she studied him. Again, he struggled against his urges, his heart thundering from the force of the shock of desire that still echoed in his mind.

Clarity crashed into him. He knew one day he would meet his mate, but he had underestimated the force of her seductiveness. He never expected his mate would spark such yearning deep within his soul. He wondered how Dorian had dealt with such overwhelming need when he had found his intended. Dorian had been the first and, until now, only vampire king to find his other half.

Dimitri’s breath caught as her small, pink tongue wet her lips and her sensual thoughts invaded his mind.

She had to go.

He escorted her down the ally and waved his hand in the air and a cab promptly came to a stop at the curb outside the ally. He opened the door and Kerstyn slipped inside, her eyes never leaving his face.

Genre:

Historical, Paranormal, Romance, Regency

Synopsis:

Consumed by madness and tormented by dark memories of blood and death, Hadrian Lucretius, King of the Validus Clan, has returned after living in self-imposed exile for nearly three hundred and fifty years.

To maintain peace with the vampires, Eva Maldonado is offered as a sacrifice to the crazed vampire king by her father, the alpha of the Silveria Shifter Pack. Hadrian’s reputation is both legendary and lethal; he is ruthless, bloodthirsty, lusty, and soulless. When Eva arrives at the ancient fortress high in the Carpathian Mountains, she is shocked to find a ravaged man with dark burning eyes filled with loneliness and dangerous desire.

Would she be his lover…or his prey? His savior…or his victim? Would Hadrian lure her into madness or would their perilous passion be their redemption?

The hall was lined with wood paneling decorated by sharply detailed paintings. Each featured a portrait of a man and was accompanied by a gold placard with his name. These were the kings of the Validus Clan.

The name of the last painting read Hadrian Lucretius, but the image had been savagely shredded. Stepping closer, Eva reached up, trying to place the pieces back together, wanting to get a look at the vampire.

A cool hand clamped over her mouth, stifling her scream as she was hauled back. Eva fought for freedom, twisting around, she jabbed her elbow in her attacker’s side then kicked back, connecting with his shin. He growled in response and spun her about, trapping her with his body. His hands slammed into the wall, cracking the wood, on either side of her head.

“Little girls should not wander alone in the dark.”

She closed her eyes and swallowed hard. His voice, it was dark, threatening—pure sex. He leaned his head down, his lips brushed her ear and, God help her, she shivered. Whether it was from fear or something entirely sexual, she did not know. Confusion, terror, and desire fought for control of her brain, as she remained pinned between the large, solid male and the wall.

“Bad things prowl in the dark,” he whispered against her ear and Eva’s knees went weak. His words were heavily accented, his voice deep. It echoed with evil and was laced with lust. “Bad things, like me.”

Eva tried to speak, knowing she should demand he release her, or scream, but nothing came.

One of his hands dropped from the wall to encircle her wrist, the pad of his thumb gently brushed over her erratically beating pulse.

“Your scent,” he said, his voice rough, the sound sending waves of need crashing over her.

His fingers lightly traced up her arm to cup her nape, tickling her sensitive flesh.

Eva’s breathing grew shallow as her body began to burn.

Desire?

Yes. Oh, god, yes.

The menacing male drew closer, his second hand dropping to her shoulder, pressing her firmly against the wall. Danger, it radiated from him, yet desire flickered in his cold, black eyes. Instinct took hold of her. Eva wrapped her arms around his waist. Her hands pressed flat against his lower back, urging him closer. She arched her back trying in vain to close the space between them.

“Sweet…warm vanilla.” His cool breath caressed the tender flesh of her throat, sending chills all the way down to her toes.

Was he going to bite her?

God, what was she doing? She had no idea who this man was let alone what he was doing to her. She should shove him away. She should bring her knee up and hit him where it counts. But she could not move. Her heart beat frantically, her blood rushed like lava through her veins as her body responded to this aggressive male.

“My king!”

Eva’s sigh was a mix of relief and disappointment when she heard Falcon’s voice.

“Release her.”

The vampire’s mystifying obsidian gaze held her captive as he asked, “Do you want to be rescued?”

No, but her self-preservation cried yes.

The vampire gently brushed her bottom lip with his thumb and Eva shuttered.

“My king,” Falcon bellowed.

The stranger lifted his head and glared at Falcon for a long breathless moment. She could sense the tension that coiled in his body. Pure lethal power flowed from him like tidal waves.

Finally, he turned his attention back to her. Framing her jaw with his large hands, he bent his head down. Was he going to kiss her? Another rush of heat coursed through her and pooled at her core. She wished she could see his face. The shadows hid his features. All she could see were his dark as midnight eyes, which burned in the darkness, full of violence and lust.

He leaned into her, his solid chest brushing her breasts, causing them to ache as he sank his lower body against her. Surrounded. Hot, aggressive male surrounded her and—wild, she was wild with need.

His cool lips brushed against hers as he whispered, “Until we meet again, little one.” He disappeared.

Amanda J. Greene creates paranormal romance for ravenous readers. She lives in Southern California, where she enjoys escaping the rewarding but hectic world of writing by spending time in the sun and sand with her military husband and their two dogs.